CHAPTER 139: BROKE

Lor obeyed, thrusting harder—deeper into that slick valley—his cock pressed between their clits so firmly they both jolted with each grind, his base slapping against their bare folds, wet, sticky sounds filling the room with every stroke.

Lia’s moans turned ragged, her green eyes squeezing shut, her generous chest bouncing wildly. Sophia’s cries pitched higher, desperate, her blue eyes fluttering, her pussy pulsing with each slide.

Their bodies bucked into him, into each other, the rhythm frantic now, their pussies grinding against his cock and each other, their clits rubbing in perfect sync.

And then—

Sophia broke first.

She screamed, her thighs locking around Lor’s hips, her whole body tensing as her orgasm tore through her, her pussy clenching, rubbing Lia’s with wild friction as she came hard, grinding madly through it, her juices soaking his cock, dripping onto Lia’s folds below.

Lia followed seconds after—her back arching, her pussy spasming against Sophia’s, her moan caught between a gasp and a growl as the overload hit, her thick thighs trembling, her generous chest heaving as she came, her juices mixing with Sophia’s, soaking Lor’s shaft.

Their cum drenched his cock, their bare folds twitching, writhing, grinding around him like a living sheath, the slick heat overwhelming.

He couldn’t take it.

One more thrust—and Lor came with a grunt, his cock throbbing violently, thick spurts of cum spilling between their soaked folds, painting their pussies and thighs, dripping down onto Lia’s belly and pooling between their squirming hips, the lavender and mint oils mixing with their release in a filthy, glistening mess.

The three of them collapsed in a tangled, sticky heap, breathless, soaked, spent, the air heavy with the scent of sex and oil, the Guiding Light—satisfied... and watching.

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Sophia lay half-slumped over Lia, her leg thrown lazily between Lia’s plush thighs, their bare breasts still softly pressed, Sophia’s small, perky mounds against Lia’s fuller, freckled ones, nipples faintly brushing.

Lor sat beside them, his back resting against the headboard, arms stretched, a smug little smile lingering on his flushed face, his hazel eyes glinting with satisfaction, his cock softening but still glistening with their combined juices.

"Fuck," Lia muttered, wiping her arm across her brow, her red curls splayed wildly, her green eyes half-lidded with exhaustion, her curvy figure gleaming with oil and sweat.

"I thought we were just gonna do a spell theory thing or some math."

Sophia groaned, her blue eyes dazed, her twin tails tangled, her petite frame trembling faintly.

"How did we go from tournament prep to... this?" she said, her voice a mix of disbelief and lingering arousal, her pussy still tingling with aftershocks.

Lor chuckled, his voice low and rough, his tousled black hair falling into his eyes. "The Guiding Light works in mysterious ways."

Lia gave him a glare, but she was too exhausted to follow through, her generous chest heaving as she shifted. "You and your damn Light. It better be worth it, or you’re leaving my house in pieces."

Lor chuckled again, his hazel eyes sparkling with mischief, his lean frame relaxed against the headboard.

They lay a little longer, twitching from aftershocks, limbs draped without thought, breath finally slowing, the air heavy with the scent of their intimacy.

Sophia shifted, wincing slightly, her small breasts rising with a quick breath. "I feel disgusting."

"Yeah," Lia agreed, lifting her arm, her freckled skin glistening with oil and cum. "I can’t tell where the oil ends and the cum begins."

"No towel’s gonna fix this," Sophia muttered, her cheeks flushing as she glanced at the sticky mess on her thighs.

Lia pushed herself up with a groan, her generous chest bouncing as she sat, her green eyes glinting with determination. "Shower. My bathroom. Now."

Sophia nodded, her twin tails swaying as she followed, the two girls wobbling toward the ensuite, naked, glistening, sticky in all the worst and best places, their pussies still throbbing faintly from the ritual’s intensity.

Lor made to rise and follow, his cock twitching faintly at the thought, but Lia turned just before they disappeared into the doorway, one hand on the frame, her green eyes sharp, her curvy figure glowing in the lamplight.

"Nope. You and your Light have had enough fun for the night."

Sophia giggled behind her, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement.

Lia pointed toward the door, her red curls bouncing. "Go downstairs. Use my parents’ bath. You’ll need it."

He grinned, raising his hands in surrender, his hazel eyes glinting with humor. "Fine. Fine."

They vanished into the steamy glow of the bathroom, the sound of water and laughter drifting faintly behind them, a soft contrast to the raw intensity of the ritual.

Lor stretched, his lean frame flexing as he grabbed a towel from the corner and wrapped it lazily around his waist, his bare feet padding quietly down the hallway.

The house was quiet, shadows long, the furniture ornate but untouched, a stark contrast to how sweaty and wrecked he felt.

He slipped into the master bedroom, the air heavy with dust and old perfume, the bed made—perfectly untouched—and the windows shuttered, casting the room in a private, almost sacred silence.

He moved toward the bathroom but paused, his hazel eyes narrowing.

A slip of paper poked from the edge of the nightstand drawer.

Just barely.

He hesitated, his heart racing, the faint hum of the house’s wards buzzing in his ears.

Something about it felt... off, like a secret waiting to be uncovered.

But he didn’t touch it.

Instead, he stepped away, past the bed, into the tiled bath chamber beyond.

Steam began to rise as he turned on the water, letting it run hot, the sound a soothing hum.

He peeled the towel off, his lean frame glistening with the remnants of oil and cum, and stepped beneath the stream, groaning aloud as the heat hit his shoulders, washing away the sticky mess.

The oil melted from his skin, slicking down his thighs, his cock, his stomach, his chest, rivulets of water carrying away the evidence of their ritual.

He braced a hand against the tile, head bowed under the stream and exhaled.